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	<title>Comments on: leaves</title>
	<link>http://awakenings.blogsome.com/2008/11/07/leaves/</link>
	<description>navigating the spaces between in and out</description>
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		<title>by: GG</title>
		<link>http://awakenings.blogsome.com/2008/11/07/leaves/#comment-261</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I came out to my mother fairly easily because I was older, because we had always been close, and because I was 1500 miles away at the time.  But later, at her house, I tried to explain it to her in a way that she could understand on a more &quot;visceral&quot; level, and what I told her was that for the first time in my life, in 45 years, I was in a relationship, and I felt NORMAL.  I felt like I finally had a chance, like all my other friends who were married, and happy, etc., that *I* finally had a chance to have that, which I had never felt in ANY of my relationships with men. FINALLY, finally, it was MY TURN to have what everyone wants. She teared up, and then, I think she actually &quot;got&quot; it.  Oh, and the glasses thing--EXACTLY what happened to me when I really did get glasses at age 7, but it's also a perfect analogy, too.

Bless you for sharing it.

GG</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I came out to my mother fairly easily because I was older, because we had always been close, and because I was 1500 miles away at the time.  But later, at her house, I tried to explain it to her in a way that she could understand on a more &#8220;visceral&#8221; level, and what I told her was that for the first time in my life, in 45 years, I was in a relationship, and I felt NORMAL.  I felt like I finally had a chance, like all my other friends who were married, and happy, etc., that *I* finally had a chance to have that, which I had never felt in ANY of my relationships with men. FINALLY, finally, it was MY TURN to have what everyone wants. She teared up, and then, I think she actually &#8220;got&#8221; it.  Oh, and the glasses thing&#8211;EXACTLY what happened to me when I really did get glasses at age 7, but it&#8217;s also a perfect analogy, too.</p>
	<p>Bless you for sharing it.</p>
	<p>GG
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